I hereby pledge that I will not try to cook anything for supper from scratch (with the possible exception of eggs and toast) after I get home from work, when I'm the only parent here with the girls. It is just a terrible experience. No one is happy. The girls end up eating all kinds of things that bear no resemblence to supper, and I don't get to eat my supper until way too late--like tonight, for example, I ate at 7:30 p.m.
From now on, while Neil is busy harvesting, we will have to live on slow cooker meals (if I can get my act together), leftovers (if the slow cooker meals pan out), sandwiches, eggs, and perhaps cold cereal. Anything would be better than listening to one or both of the girls crying for the better part of two hours after getting home from work, and/or trying to cook something while dealing with stuff like...
Sophia wants help in the bathroom... Madeline is helping herself to drinking water... Sophia wants me to look at a book... Madeline doesn't want the food I put in front of her... Sophia wants milk... Madeline is trying to use the potty by herself... Sophia is standing on the cupboard trying to find candy... Madeline is trying to wash her hands and falls off the toilet... Sophia wants to go to the park... Madeline wants to colour... Sophia wants pickles... Madeline is colouring the inside of her nose with black marker... Sophia wants to make pipe-cleaner snakes... Madeline doesn't like getting her nose washed... Sophia wants milk... Madeline wants milk...
I think you get the idea. So do I. Loud and clear. No more cooking.
